Chapter 73 - The Mystery Man

I stopped in complete fear. Seconds yet again turned into minutes as I thought of all the reasons why this scientist would be here. How did he know my name? I thought to myself, There's no way he's seen the whole video, we just put that up 5 minutes ago! Eventually, I was able to muster up enough courage to ask him, "What the hell are you doing here?", in the gruffiest way possible. The man laughs, explaining, "Oh Mark! I'm not here to hurt you!" I asked him yet again, "What the hell are you doing here?" The man shakes his head at me. "Mark... I don't remember you being like this at all... Say, can I come in?"

I froze for a second, feeling my face turned white. What the hell is he talking about?!, I asked myself. Something is definitely going on here... I eventually decided that if he was going to take away the rest of the bunnies, he'd let me know by now. I wasn't entirely sure of this, but I had to roll the dice. "C-Come in...", I said to him, clearing his way inside. He first rubbed his feet on the doormat, before taking off his shoes. As he walked in, I noticed a small breifcase he was holding, handcuffed to his wrist. "Wooow!", he said, looking around. "It's... it's just like how I remember it...", he said in amazement as he walked over the couch. He placed his hand onto the couch, running his index finger across. "Leather...", he mumbled in a joyful tone of voice, before sitting down.

I began asking more and more questions in my head, as I had never seen this person before in my life. I eventually walked over to the hallway, casually leaning on my right shoulder on the wall. "So... who are you, anyway?", I asked him. "Ah! That question comes much later!", he replied in a burst of excitement. "But for now, I have some questions for you." I began to shake my head, explaining, "Look, I don't-", before being cut off. "You see,", he says, interrupting me, "I've known you for quite a bit. You're like family to me. Hell, maybe a bit closer than family..." My eyes grew wider, as even more questions were flooding me. "Wha- What do you mean by that?", I asked. "Well, you'll see soon enough.", he told me.

"But for right now, let me ask you another question!", he demanded. I rolled my eyes, telling him, "Go on." He took a key out of his front pocket, placing it inside the handcuffs, releasing him from it. "So... have you ever been interested in somebody so much, that you couldn't get away from them, no matter what?", he asked. I took a step back, gasping at the question. "Wh-Why the hell would I tell you?!", I yelled. He suddenly looked up at me as he unlocked the other cuff. "Hey, hey, Mark, it's just a question.", he told me. "So... did you?", he asked again.

I bit my lower lip, looking back at my closed bedroom door behind me. Thoughts of my jelly boyfriend were flooding my mind. I wanted to say 'yes!' so badly, but this was one of the probably very angry scientists I was dealing with, not my therapist. I looked back over to him, telling him, "Well, this one time in 5th grade, but..." He unlocked the cuff going around the breifcase's handle, allowing him to open it if he wished. "...it didn't go too well, huh?", he asked. "I guess that's one way to put it, yeah.", I replied.

"Say, Mark, do you any roommates with you?", he asked another question. I wore an angry look on my face, yelling, "Listen here, fucko! Enough with the jokes and the questions, and just get to the point!" Almost Immediately, I felt an overpowering feeling of regret, which caused my look of anger to shift into a look of forgivness. He quickly looked up at me, smiling. "Oh Mark... You never were a good learner...", he said to me, standing up from the couch. My anger grew back, along with a smaller feeling of confusion. "What is that supposed to mean?!", I shouted, pointing my finger at him. "Boy, it just seems like you need a cup of tea or something!", he says, waving his hand in the air.

I look down at my finger, finding myself holding a cup of tea instead of pointing in anger. I froze up yet again, wondering if I was ever going to run out of room for questions to ask him in my brain. The tea was still bagged, with the tag hanging out from the side of it. It was perfectly hot, almost to a point of complete and utter perfection. The smell brought back childhood memories, as my grandmother would always brew herself tea in the morning, and the smell of it would be in the whole house. It was one of the greatest smells I could possibly remember. The cup looked like one from my grandmother's, small, yet beautifully made out of china. I looked back up at him, with a look of complete amazement. "Go on, take a sip!", he beckoned me.

I did as I was told, bringing the hot tea to my lips. As it traveled through my mouth, I noticed the taste of it to be INCREDIBLE. This tea had to be the greatest in all of mankind. I originally intended to take just one sip, but I ended up chugging the whole cup, before the teabag became lodged in my throat. "Gahhgg!", I gagged, struggling to breathe. The unknown man sighed, lifting up his arm towards me. Suddenly, the teabag dislodged from my throat, before flying into his open hand, vanishing after about 3 seconds. I looked back at him, holding up the cup. "Don't you... want this back?", I asked.

"No, please! It's my gift to you.", he told me, wearing a smile on his face as I had throughly enjoyed it. Placing the coffee cup onto a desk next to me, I heard him say to me, "Mark... It's alright. You don't have to lie to me." I immediately looked at him with a look of fear. "I already know about the one you love. He's a special one, isn't he?", he asked me. I figured that it was no point trying to hide it anymore, so I took a big breath, before admitting, "Y-Yes... I couldn't think of anyone greater in my life if I tried."

"Say...", he asked me. "I know you already have lots and lots of questions about me. I can't directly tell you myself, but what I can do..." He grabbed a hold on the breif case, placing it in his lap, facing towards me. "...is let your eyes speak for themselves!", he said, opening the breifcase. For a second, a bright light filled the room, much brighter than the sun or a flashbang grenade. I tried my best to look away, but it was no use, causing my eyesight to become blinded. I wanted to shout for help, but I couldn't, as if my mouth was melded shut, like that one scene in the Matrix.

"Hey... hey!", the man said to me, snapping his fingers. "You can open your eyes now."